Deslocado

I count the days for myself
With my suitcase all packed
There was hardly room left 'cause all the longing piled up
From the blue sky, I see the garden
Even behind the plane's wing
Mom, look out the window, I'm coming home

I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home

No matter how it may seem
I'll never belong to that city
With its sea of people, a different Sun, concrete walls
None of it moves me
None of it reminds me of home

Because I
Came from far away, from the middle of the sea, at the heart
Of the ocean, I have my whole life ahead
I walk my path always thinking
Of going back
To my home, my island, my peace, Madeira
Even if I spelled it out word by word
You’d never understand the pain that silences me
The loneliness that haunts the moment of departure

I carry within me the peace of knowing I can return
Mom, look out the window, I'm coming home

No matter how it may seem
I'll never belong to that city
With its sea of people, a different Sun, concrete walls
None of it moves me
None of it reminds me of ho-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

With its sea of people, a different Sun, concrete walls
None of it moves me
None of it reminds me of home